Young Master

In the starry sky, Wang Lin's figure shuttled through like an illusion. He did not go directly to Tianyun Star, but silently searched for Reggie, Big Head Boy and Tashan with the sensing in his mind.

During the chaotic battle, Wang Lin had no time to take care of them, and later he entered nothingness and lost his traces.

After nothingness came out, I only had leisure until now.

Even Wang Lin lost contact after the battle at Tashan, but there was an Immortal Guard seal between him and Tashan, and it was not difficult to find its traces under his perception.

Wang Lin remembered that the three of them were not affected in that battle. At this moment, he closed his eyes and his spiritual sense dispersed. After a long time, he vaguely felt a familiar fluctuation in the east.

Wang Lin looked calm, opened his eyes and took a step forward. As the ripples under his feet echoed, his figure disappeared into the starry sky.

"The mountain collapse technique is so powerful. Although it is expected that the three arts of the Immortal Emperor Bai Fan's Hou Que are more wonderful than the previous art, it is just that the mountain collapse technique is still beyond imagination... The mountain collapse, the mountain collapse, what kind of perception can make the immortal emperor Bai Fan create such a powerful art... I don't know when, I can also create my own magical power..."

A faraway place in the east of Wang Lin, there was a huge stone slowly floating. This stone was obviously broken and divided when a cultivation star collapsed. It was irregular, and some small pieces fell off in the floating.

On the outside, there are also faint magic fluctuations like flocculent tobacco, which constantly dissipates in the float. This stone looks very ordinary, and under the starry sky, there are too many such stones, and no one will pay special attention to it.

Tashan hid cross-legged inside the stone, motionless. Since he lost contact with Wang Lin, he felt confused. It was just that the immortal guard art of the Immortal Emperor Qinglin had dissolved the soul in his body, but it had a spiritual and intelligent existence, which was very different from the puppet thing that could not think.

After Tashan realized that Wang Lin was no longer alive, he subconsciously found the huge rock, merged into it and sat cross-legged, and meditated quietly.

On this day, Tashan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were calm and there was no slight waft. With a swaying body, he walked out of the huge rock and stood on the huge rock.

In front of him, a large ripples appeared in the starry sky, and Wang Lin walked out in one step.

When Tashan saw Wang Lin, his expression did not change at all, but he showed a respectful look.

Wang Lin smiled on his face and summoned Tashan. Tashan immediately took a step forward, turned into a phantom and merged into Wang Lin and disappeared behind him.

"Next, it's Big Head and Reggie." Wang Lin closed his eyes and silently felt the mark on Big Head in his heart. After a long time, he frowned.

"The mark of the big head is very weak, as if it can dissipate at any time." He stepped into the starry sky, and his figure turned into nothingness in the ripples.

In the starry sky, a huge figure was sprinting, and blood-stained wounds filled his body. As this person took every step, he would struggle a lot and flow out a large area of ​​blood.

Blood flowed down almost every step. The most terrifying thing is the spine of this person's back, from the first section to the seventh section, there is a deep pit above each section, emitting a gloomy green light. In addition, there are deep pit green lights at the intersection of other bone seams on this person's body, and there are no less than dozens of them under the dense crowd!

On this person's shoulder, there was a monk with an extremely pale face. This monk had a weird body, a big head, but his body was extremely thin.

In the back of the big-headed monk, a black handprint exuded a foul smell, and a trace of black smoke floated out of the handprint, falling into nothingness, making a snarling sound.

In addition, the flesh and blood on the back of this big-headed monk was even deeper and rotting at an extremely fast speed. If this person had not been resisting with his energy, he would have fainted from pain long ago.

"Reggie, let me go and leave alone." The big-headed monk's mouth flowed out of black blood, and his eyes lost all his luster in the dimness.

The huge figure was even faster in silence. After a long time, a buzzing voice came out: "Big Head, you were injured to save me, Reggie. As a troll, how can I leave you? Besides, even if I leave alone, would the pursuers not pursue me? Their target is me! Don't talk about it anymore, use your abilities to heal your wounds!"

The big-headed monk smiled bitterly, looking at the starry sky ahead, his eyes becoming more and more dim. He seemed to have seen his mother in the family many years ago. His mother did not scold him, but summoned him with a gentle look.

"Mom..." Big Head murmured, a dead aura spread on his body. In a trance, he saw his family and the person he had killed for hundreds of years.

These people appeared in front of them, staring at themselves coldly.

Big head trembled, and he felt very cold. This coldness was not only the body, but also the loneliness of his mind. Childhood memories kept emerging.

"Are I leaving... After more than a thousand years of practice, I will eventually leave..." The black handprints on Big Head's back were even more stinky. As it spread, Big Head's entire back was almost pitch black.

His eyes slowly closed, as if they were filled with cold, and gradually they were about to lose all their consciousness.

"Bigou, hold on! I believe the master will definitely come to find us!" The moment the Big Head monk was about to close his sight, Reggie's roar came into Big Head's ears like thunder.

Big Head trembled, forced her eyes to open, smiled bitterly, and whispered: "Is that right..."

Behind Reggie, two thousand-foot figures were chasing each other. These two figures were like giants, chasing them in a loud rumbling sound.

The two giants' eyebrows were filled with an axe mark, and the two men's faces showed coldness and murderous intent in their eyes.

Above one of the giants, there was a young man sitting cross-legged. The young man was wearing a blue shirt and looked extremely handsome, but he had a hint of evil.

Instead of completely cross-legged, he leaned back, holding a bunch of red cherry fruits in his hand, and sometimes putting them in his mouth to eat one. His eyes looked at Reggie ahead were full of teasing and determination.

"The body that I like is never escaped in this alliance star field. I didn't expect that I could even meet the body of the troll royal family after going out for a trip. Not bad, not bad!"

"What the old guy at home said about the Alliance War in the turbulent times. Don't go out easily. If you don't come out, how could you encounter such a body?" The young man took a bite of cherry, smiled on his face, but he opened his mouth and spit it out. Suddenly, the cherry pit was spit out directly, turning into a rainbow and heading straight for Reggie.

The cherry pit was too fast, and in a blink of an eye it caught up with Reggie. In the moment of the neighboring moment, it turned into a green skeleton, roaring at the eighth section of Reggie's spine.

But, just as the green skeleton was about to be printed, a hand stretched out from nothingness, grabbed the skeleton, and squeezed it hard, and exploded the skeleton with a bang!

The ripple behind Reggie echoed, and a cold voice came out.

"You are so brave, you dare to hurt my mount and servant!"

"Master!" Reggie trembled and turned around suddenly.

"Master!" Big Head's eyes suddenly opened, revealing unimaginable surprise.

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